Cosmic Country Noir.

Look in the mirror that's held out
See the spot that concerns us all
The universal place
Common ground, common space

Have to go through so much violence
To get to that forsaken place
Via this paradox
That space can be attained

Gone the torments
Uncertainties
Place where we finally
Agree

La Demeure.

People are pressed, liberties crushed
Shouldn't it resound
Cry of our soul?
It is so faint I can't hear it
I know it's there somewhere,
Somewhere, somewhere...

Man could ask for happiness
They could ask for brotherhood
When we were not a lonely crowd
Natural was impersonalWas non individual
Where strangers were not a threat but more of a potential
Public space was wide open
The relevance was action

Behind the cry, lies the meaning
Common language of belonging
It is throttled
It is confused
Has to be there somewhere
Somewhere, somewhere...

Margerine Melodie.

When two people have a project
they begin a competition
In which there will be a loser and a winner
State of dominance over one or the other

This dominance is integral to
all humans ways and actions
The necessity to keep at disposition
An object or being desired by another

Knowing through training that he wants to keep it
Learning everyday, he will have to dominate

Our brain makes us act
behave and react
A pulsion that drives us to stay alive

Need to satisfy our fundamental needs
The nervous system enables that drive

Through consumerism, escape and struggle
As well as inhibition

All these mechanisms that preserve balance
Biological well being

Seems that until now we have used our brain
Just to dominate, just to dominate

We've to widen the knowledge of
how our brain works to understand
Or nothing will, will ever change

Give birth without seizing
Act and except nothing
They flower let them free
Unite with the dust and be

Dear Marge.

In this mess, precious dust
Gather strength softness
Guard the gods
Guard the judges
Din of geometric chaos

What a mess
The precious dust
Gather strength and softness

Guard the gods
Guard the judges
And contort the geometric
The chaos

The joy to love
To know to learn
Are the essence
Of existence
And so couldn't they
Govern it too?

The joy to love
To open up.